Chestnut, shoulder-length hair tight in a bun reveals a craggy, anguished face. Expressive blue eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, watch slowly over the farms they've worshipped for so long.Tribal marks in the form of a diagonal line across her right eye marks her lineage but, more importantly leaves an amusing memory of her fortunate past.The is the face of Julie Locks, a true pioneer among humans. She stands graciously among others, despite her scraggy frame.There's something enigmatic about her, perhaps it's a feeling of guilt or perhaps it's simply her persistence. But nonetheless, people tend to lie about knowing her to brag, while trying to please her.